Ain't NOTHING easy about Sunday morning...

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Pray for me.

If you're reading this, pray for me now. I rarely ask for prayer because the unbelieving part of me is too scared to find out whether anyone really cares enough about me to pray. But now I'm desperate. I don't want to talk, I just really need some other people who know what it's like to feel a million miles away from destiny to pray for me.

I love you all.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

My Sheath

If God is my maker, and my maker is my husband,
then I am a wife.
But I am a strumpet.
I never let Him have his way.
My legs stay closed.
I don't bathe, I don't make a comfortable home.
I don't host parties or invite the neighbors.
And we haven't any children.
I keep saying that I'm not ready.
And God's a gentleman.
He'll never force me to be intimate.
Yet I can see by his smile that one day I'll be begging for him.
I'll bargain for a kitchen to clean, and a bed to make,
and parties to host and banners to carry.
And maybe then I'll drop the hyphen and take his name.

Taming of the Screw

These notes in my throat don't understand themselves either.
They're straining to match the song title on their label.
One day when, like Dufflepuds, they cease their labor
They'll understand thay they are not the melody.
And they'll find beauty in their accessory.

Monday, December 06, 2004

Stevey's Boy

Stevey just asked me to pray for a friend of his who's lost in the mountains of Peru with no food or water.
Of course I'll pray, and I already have...but you know me. I can't help but feel the spiritual parallels.
How many people do I know who are starving at mountaintops?
What's God teaching us?


Got a brand new ipod back from Apple.
I guess the one I sent in for service was worthless.
Quickie FedEx service. Well worth the $47 policy.
If you buy an ipod, get the AppleCare.
Mine lasted a year of my torturous handling before it started to die...
For what it is (a tiny harddrive with sensitive parts and firmware) it's a sturdy lil thang.
That's all. Get the warranty.



I love great music.
I hate endorsing things. For some reason, I feel that the minute I beg you to expereience something is the minute that you're furthest away from doing so. Maybe it's residual disappointment from the days when I thought I was God. So far, MuteMath has delivered 100%. I have no qualms with their EP what-so-ever. They're amazing. The drums are CRAZY, the lyrics sound stolen from my subconscious, and the other arrangements sound so thoughtful and experimental and full of dedication.
It's good stuff...
The also have a MySpace page...what a marketing each his own.

Speaking of marketing, I got an idea for another commercial series. This time for a car. I'm slowly piling up my warheads for my future with Moxie Pictures. I really REALLY want to work for Moxie.

In other news, my short film "Jennifer" is no longer a keeps growing and growing and growing...It's not even about the girl anymore...I think it's about me now. I think I'm Charlie.

But Young is pushing me to keep it short and shoot it ASAP. He hasn't even known me for a month, and he knows that I have a tendency to start strong and then put things on the shelf. So that's what I'll do. I'm make a great short, and then shoot the big deal later.

I also saw Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind. FINALLY.
That's all I'll say about that.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.

I'm a little disappointed because as a part of my new tea craze, I bought some Earl Grey. For all the uninitiated, Earl Grey is the same tea that Capt. Jean Luc Picard orders from his replicator. Anyhow, I'm sippin on the captain's tea now, and it's not exactly the best tea I've tastes vaguely like echinaccea and moth balls. I wonder what it's like iced....